waiting, with her hands clasped together at the level of her
Mr. Munn approached the group of men who clustered
about the foot of the courthouse steps, and nodded to them.
Two men detached themselves from the group and fell into
step beside Mr, Munn. "Let's get a drink, Perse/' one of
the men said. " We're just going to have a quick one before
we get back to work."
" No, thanks," Mr. Munn replied.
"You oughter celebrate," the other man said, "getting
your boy off and all."
" It's the other feller ought to celebrate," the first man put
in. "He's got something to celebrate about, not going to
Eddyville, where they don't come back. I'll bet he's tighter'n
a tick on a rich widder-woman right now, laying up one of
these alleys here in town."
"No," Mr, Munn said, "he's gone home with his wife."
He took pleasure, he discovered, in being able to say that.
" Well, you ought to celebrate, then," the first man rejoined.
"Just one quick one. Somebody ought to celebrate."
" I was thinking about going out home. I'm tired."
" One quick one won't take long, Perse. Then you can go
home. It won't take but fifteen minutes. We're just going
to have one and then get on back to work. You know how
Mr. Munn found himself walking across the street with
them. He was tired, after all. A drink would pick him up.
And maybe a sandwich. They entered the saloon together.
The first man ordered the drinks.
Two other men were leaning against the bar and talking
to the bartender. One of the men Mr. Munn didn't know,
though he recalled seeing him now and then on the street
and in the lobby of the hotel. He knew the other one all
rightóJoe Means, a loud-mouthed fellow who claimed to sell
insurance and real estate and who walked up and down the
street all day, calling out, "Hi, there, Tornl" to somebody
passing, or "Hi, there, Baldyl" and slapping men on tke